I boldly marched over to Mr. Thomas's house. "Do you need someone to mow your lawn?" I asked.

"I wish you were the president, Dad," Jo said. She often wished that. She loved her father more than anyone in the world.

Mr. Stone, who lived alone, rarely left his small apartment. "I'm happier without friends," he told himself.

As I skated along, I wondered whether the ice was safe. Two seconds later, a loud cracking sound gave me the answer.

"Try multiplying these fractions again," Mrs. Davis said, knowing Ben could do better. Unfortunately, Ben wasn't as confident.

Before I could say anything, my uncle's eyes shifted to the dent in his car door. The smile faded from his face and I quickly started to explain .

Dave preferred a leisurely walk home, but Ava found his pace to be too slow. There was always a lot of space between the two friends.

"What are you so upset about?" my sister asked me. I pulled my covers up over my head and refused to say a word.

"That's my glass slipper," I told the prince. He had already figured out that it didn't fit my sisters.

As my team and I took our positions on the field, one of their players said, "Watch out for number 22." That was me!

Mr. Reyes hated snakes. He had since childhood. So what should he do about the large brown one coiled under his kitchen table?

Dana loved camping, but her mother complained that the tent was uncomfortable. Mrs. Sibley simply hated the endless peace and quiet.

"A double and a home run," Layla said, sounding casual about her performance in the game. Her eyes, however, shone with pride.

"There's a stain on your jacket," Ellie announced with a laugh. I hadn't even noticed it. Why did Ellie care so much about my jacket?